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What They Do Lyrics

Artist: T.I.
Album: Urban Legend

(Talking)Yeah..Yeah..Ya'll already know what it is, pimpT.I.P., king of the motherfuckin southBGizzzy, lets do it homieGrand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in hereGot my nigga Blok, in this bitchEastside represent....Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, whatA-town nigga, you know what it is, on through MechanicvilleSnow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with meYa'll know what's happening, PSC nigga...

[T.I]I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest)Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about itYou can come up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin out itWhen I tell ya I'm a "G", pimp, I'm really being modestI can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballersThe pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn't call usHanging in the traps, cause that's what our daddy taught usFrom 30's on the 'lac, to a benz on broddasStandin' on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollarsTil it's time to cop a brick, and I'm tired of moving quartersMy daddy won't a doctor and my momma won't a lawyerI ain't never had shit, congradulations is in orderTryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughtersIf I caught a bad bitch with connections down in FloridaSaid her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the waterI'm richer now, I'd be a motherfuckin fool, if I don't call her

(chorus)What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move (buss a move)What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)I got a tool and I'm finna cut the foolWhat it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it doMy nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it doWhat it do, what it do my nigga, what it do

[BG]I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-RIf I don't know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper)But ya gotta break me off, you don't, I catch ya slippin on the blockAnd knock you offI know people, I get nice dealsGet'em five dollars, sell'em ten dollars a pillI know people, get ki's for thirteenIf I fuck with ya, then get'em for sixteenI know people, get'em three hundred a poundGive'em to ya for five hundred if you my roundI'm a hustler, holla at me uptowmI'm well connected with weed, white, tan and brownCome see a nigga, want a nice sixteenYou real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty g'sIt's like that, I dun been through the struggleI'm running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle

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[T.I]I got the..eye of a tiger, and the heart of a bearI'm the king of the jungle you can follow me thereNow you can...hear it from these niggas, who hardly was thereOr take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get hereSeveral years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swearForever be hard to kill, even harder to scareOne reason why me and the other cats is hard to compareCause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly comparesBeing hated, part of the game,yes it's hard but it's fairWell I'ma be the best hating nigga, see if I careBut just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it thereAnd I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the airWith two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the airSay they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hairListen...I don't care if you got the song of the yearYa whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears